Professor Lu Jianming was talking about the course "Modern Chinese" on the podium. Today, he mainly explained the general thesis, and then he talked about the three parts of pronunciation, text and vocabulary.

"Modern Chinese is a language used by modern Chinese nations. It has many dialects and common languages ​​for famous works. They are divided into two different forms: spoken and written language..."

In the classroom, dozens of students were listening attentively to the professor's explanation and understanding the content of the course in conjunction with the content on PPT.

At this time, it was not important, and no one took notes or anything like that. They were all content in the textbook.

Suddenly, Zhang Chu felt his cell phone vibrating in the desk, not knowing whether it was a WeChat message or a text message.

In order to avoid distraction, he did not look at his phone as soon as possible, but waited until the bell rang before unlocking the phone and checking it carefully.

"Hello, Dear Zhang Chu, congratulations on your successful registration for the large-scale Chinese Good Literature essay contest. Please log in to the China Writers Network to register an account to contribute within three days. The deadline for poetry and prose works is September 10, and the deadline for ancient vocabulary works is September 12, and the deadline for comprehensive competition group (comments, essays, novels, scripts, fairy tales) works is September 14."

The inexplicable text message made Zhang Chu quite puzzled. He didn't remember when he signed up for this "Good Chinese Literature" essay contest.

During the break, many people got up and walked or went to the toilet. When An Mi saw Zhang Chu's frowning brow beside him, he asked, "What happened?"

"I just received a text message saying that I had signed up for some essay contest. I obviously didn't sign up. Could this be a telecommunications fraud?"

Zhang Chu said cautiously that his personal information has been leaked thoroughly these days. He knows his name and phone number, and then sends text messages to phish.

"It shouldn't be that, how did he know you can write articles?" An Mi had a different view, "Maybe it was a prank, or someone else signed up without you."

An Mi didn't know the truth about it, "At worst, you can just not participate. If you don't go to that website to register and contribute, there should be nothing."

Zhang Chu nodded in agreement, but at the same time he kept this matter in mind, and he planned to ask someone to help inquire.

Before class was started, Zhang Chu took a screenshot of the text message and sent it to literary agent Zhou Kang, typing and writing: "Uncle Zhou, I just received this message suddenly. Please help me ask if there is any activity or if this website is real."

Logically speaking, if Zhou Kang or Nanhai Publishing Company editor Gu Xinxue helped him register, these two people should have told him.

Could it be that my unreliable parents signed up for it?

This possibility should not be ruled out.

Zhang Chu felt that he almost became Sherlock Holmes and came to investigate the case.

The three classes passed in a flash. When the bell rang, almost all the students in the classroom were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs.

Zhang Chu put the textbooks into his backpack and checked the messages on his phone. Zhou Kang just sent a voice message, but unfortunately he didn't dare to listen during class.

"I went to ask, there is indeed an essay contest for good Chinese literature. It is an event organized by the China Writers Association and more than 30 publishing institutions. Relevant persons from the Writers Association serve as judges. The winners of the essay contest can join the Writers Association and hand them over to the publishing company for publication."

This is strange. Who helped me sign up?

Zhang Chu is actually qualified to join the Writers Association now, but he is just a provincial and municipal writers association. He has no awards and no recognized literary works, so he has to start with the basic Writers Association.

His doubts did not last long, and a strange mobile phone number came over.

"Hey, is it Zhang Chu?" A slightly familiar voice rang out from the microphone of the phone!

Zhang Chu was about to walk out of the classroom, and he replied: "It's me, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. Have you just received a text message from Good Chinese Literature?"

"I received it, but I didn't sign up. Did you make a mistake?" Zhang Chu was thinking. The sound should sound like an acquaintance. Who was playing a prank!

Names flashed through his heart and were excluded, but they could not find any friends who could match them.

I heard the other party continue, "No mistake, I will sign up for you, remember to submit the article to participate!"

After saying that, he cut off the phone, which made Zhang Chu confused.

This naturally activated Zhang Chu's memory in an instant. It seemed that this was the voice of Tang Wanli, the vice president whom the literary club disliked him before!

"So it's this guy!"

When I paid the club fee myself, I filled in the name and contact information in the form, and it was not surprising that Tang Wanli found it at all.

Why do you have to participate in this competition yourself?

Could it be that you want to see yourself being beaten down and then publicize your defeat?

Zhang Chu would not think that Tang Wanli would have any kindness, he had to be careful.

"Hurry up, the cafeteria must be full of people now, otherwise we will go directly to the west gate of Tsinghua University to have dinner? We just happened to buy a bicycle together."

An Mi stood at the door of the classroom and urged him. As a food detective, he had been coveting the food at Tsinghua University for a long time.

Zhang Chu threw out the distracting thoughts in his head, walked forward quickly, and followed his roommates to buy bicycles.

Before they could reach their destination, the class group was in an uproar, and many people were @Zhang Chu!

"Is Zhang Chu here? Someone posted that he wanted to challenge you!"

"It's interesting, it seems like a senior in the senior year."

"@Zhang Chu, are you facing the challenge?"

The Internet-addicted teenager Sun Ruiqi was chatting with a friend. After he found that the class group was so lively, he immediately followed the link sent by his classmates and found that it turned out to be a post on bbs.

Sun Ruiqi patted Zhang Chu on the shoulder and whispered: "Someone challenged you with your real name on the school forum. Do you know this person named Tang Wanli?"

That guy really has a bigger problem!

Zhang Chu nodded helplessly, "It's just a madman."

The content of the post on the mobile phone is speechless.

[I, Tang Wanli, officially challenged Zhang Chu. In this "China Good Literature" essay competition, whoever goes further will win, I have signed up for you. I hope you don't be afraid and retreat, otherwise I will look down on you. Please don't refuse the battle for the first talented man from Yan University!]
Chapter completed!